The life of Tait Anthony Martinez
vignette
12/4/2013
Table of contents
My Mind the Bed Room Pg.1
A Caring, Loving Mother Pg.2
A Tool unlike Any Other Pg.3
The Day of My Favorite Performance Pg.4
The Phantom’s Performance Pg.5
Hidden in These Big Clothes Pg.6
My Mind the Bedroom
My bedroom, my resting and isolated room. The place I am allowed to be myself. Act as if nobody is watching me. Where I can say my mind and say it out loud. Where I don't have to worry about people judging me. My dirty, unorganized room depending on the week. Just as my brain. My brain. The organized nor un-organized file cabinet of my life. My bedroom, where my thoughts linger. Every little thing that makes me happy that makes me sad, all found in my bedroom. Happiness, something that I enjoy or have enjoyed, such as my childhood toys. In the built in storage box of my room. Not used or seen, but still there. Sadness, a feeling of grief or depression. Depression. Such as my filth, the things I no longer need, that at times can depressing. Grief. Such as pictures of my past loved ones. I may not like to have these things in my room, but they're there always. Always. People may come in my room they might think its ok. That it's a normal room, those are the people I can relate to. But, there are people who might say it is a cluttered mess. Those are the people who I can't relate. All of my past and dreams of my future are represented in my room. The signed Phantom of The Opera poster, all of my metals from my old soccer years, my Pinewood Derby trophies from my Cub Scout days, and left over scripts and props from my favorite performances that I was in. My future. My music, homework, and old artwork. My bedroom is entirely mine and only mine.
A Caring, Loving, Mother
Every day my mother is there. My mother. She is the woman that gave me life, the woman that nurtured me and gives me everything that I have today. This blonde- haired, fun woman. Crazy as can be. Always trying to be goofy. Always trying to keep me happy and safe. It's not easy being a mother, especially with a child like me. Every time she says, “Tait you're so crazy.” Every family member says, “he gets it from you, you know.” My mother and I have a very close relationship, although at times she can be annoying. But, she has the best in mind for me. Her advice may not always be right or it seems like it won't work but she tries. That's all I ask of her. My mom oh, my mom. I love her so. I don't know what I would do without her. She is my support, without her, I would fall flat. Not every parent supports their kids in everything they do. But she does. Not all parents allow their kids to be in plays, musicals, and choirs. Not every parent allows their kids to stay up till 10:00-12:00 P.M. because of a tech week. If you have never been in a tech week, it's horrible and stressful. My mom has to deal with a stressed, grouchy, and lazy boy that whole week. No matter what, she will always be my mother. I love her.
A Tool unlike Any Other
In my life, I need technology. The human mind is not exact. Although, the iPhone is; my iPhone is my life line. Without the iPhone, I would not be able to communicate with family and friends. I would not be able to help an emergency by calling 911. I would not have the ability to go to various web pages at the tip of my fingers. But, with my iPhone I'm able to have apps that make everyday life much easier. We are able to have Facebook, a very useful material when used right. More apps that make classes easier are Google, Google Drive, Pages, GarageBand, and iPhoto. Those are on a couple of examples; there are many more. The iPhone is very entertaining, having a MP3 player and video player. You can also get entertainment apps, for example music video apps like Vevo. All sorts of video apps like YouTube. Entertainment games like Angry Birds. Every day I wonder what life would be like without my iPhone. I don't like having to think that I can't have my planner and entertainer. Although, I had to do that before when I get grounded to where I can't use my phone for the rest of the week. It like living in the olden days, but not really because the lovely thing about my generation is there are so many ways of getting what we want. My iPhone is very important to my life. Beautiful. Innovative.
The Day of My Favorite Performance
The Phantom of the Opera by Down State Left Musicals. I had tried out for The Phantom of The Opera about a month in the summer. I had missed the first try outs, but I wanted to be in this operetta so bad. So I went to the call backs. I had talk to Mrs. Gray-Roll prior to going to see if I was able to audition late. She asked her husband Marcus if it was ok because he was the musical director. He said yes. I was so happy. But, I was also really scared because I thought I was not good enough. Because I'm going to the callbacks, I'm going to be against the best people who tried out. So the day of the callbacks is today. I go to the dance studio where callbacks are being held, I walk in. Wow. So many intimidating people. People I don't know. High schools from all of downstate left Michigan. I go up to their secretary Jill and ask when the people who missed the first audition can go, she said at 11:00. That did not help my butterflies because I had to wait. That left me time to think more and talk myself out of it. But, I got some gelato, thought about it, and said I'm doing it. I went back to the dance studio and went into the stage room. Walked up on to the little stage and introduced myself. I saw two familiar faces in the room Mrs. Gray-Roll and Marcus. There was one man I did not know. He introduced himself. He was the director, Paul Mow, a local voice coach and director. He asked me what I was going to sing or if I was going to sing the call back song from The Phantom of The Opera. I said I didn't get the call back song, I did not know it so I just sang the choral version of seasons of love. Once I was done I was so scared. I felt so shaky. I hoped my singing didn't reflect that. Right after we had to take the dance tryouts. It was so difficult. I got out of the room soaked in sweat and ready to go home, tired and stressed. About a month later my friend Maddie and I were carpooling, and she had the email and I made it. I mean I was chorus but that's fine it's still a compliment. For one thing I took one addition instead of two and didn't even sing what they wanted me to. When the other chorus members did.
The Phantoms Performance
Today was the day. The day of opening night. It was a Thursday morning I wake up excited and ambitious. Although I had a performance today it was also a school day. Blah. School. Tired and not wanting to go because I wish I could save my energy for the performance, I drag my feet across the floor. I open my door and make my way to the living room. I plop down on the couch so tired from the last couple of months of long rehearsals plus the agonizing tech week. The tech week was so long when we were supposed to be done at 9:00 P.M. we would get done at 10:30-ish then we had notes that took another hour. Equaling to about 11:30 P.M. Then it took an hour to get home, I would get home around 12:30 A.M., then I could start on my pile of homework. But anyways back to the story. I take a shower, get dressed, and go to school. After school is over, right away I find my senior Ben he has been Gavin, Maddie, and my carpoolers for the whole play. I get there get dressed in costume and put on my own make-up. I'm getting in the zone. Drinking my pre performance Monster. Soon after some talking I hear "warm ups" I make my way to the band room I see all the singers in their surrounding Marcus on the piano. We start singing me, may, mah, moe, moo and other warm ups. Then I hear "notes" in dance room I head over we all get pumped up and hear some helpful criticism. Then we hear the five words. Take places top of show.
Hidden in These Big Clothes
Big Clothes. What a way to hide and feel comfy. You’re not going to get anywhere with a big sloppy sweater on dragging you behind. For one it makes you look and feel like nothing, just sloppy. It’s your invisibility cloak. What do these over sized clothes represent? Depression, maybe. Or could it be someone hiding from their problems, relationships, confrontation. You, me, her, him. Any problem soaked up by the extra fabric. Numbing the pain. This extra amount of fabric acting as if numbing spray. Everybody feeling as if nothing happened or anything worse can happen. Felling invisible from the world. No one can harm nor bother you in this force field. Everything moves fast passing your face. Not a soul finding you not even yourself. After a while you make things up because you body has become numb to any kind of reaction. Depression the big oversized shirt covering up your battle scars. So nobody can learn about your past, future, and dreams. Getting tangled in all the extra fabric. The fabric is useful for getting away for a while. Just like a drug it may seem ok at first. Then life gets more distant from reality, everything turns bad, rotten, it just turns gloomy. Don't think you are alone, big shirts are a way to hide to feel away, away from everything. But you need to wear fitting closes that show your personality, you need to put yourself out there. You’re not alone.
My Mind the Bed Room Pg.1
A Caring, Loving Mother Pg.2
A Tool unlike Any Other Pg.3
The Day of My Favorite Performance Pg.4
The Phantom’s Performance Pg.5
Hidden in These Big Clothes Pg.6
My Mind the Bedroom
My bedroom, my resting and isolated room. The place I am allowed to be myself. Act as if nobody is watching me. Where I can say my mind and say it out loud. Where I don't have to worry about people judging me. My dirty, unorganized room depending on the week. Just as my brain. My brain. The organized nor un-organized file cabinet of my life. My bedroom, where my thoughts linger. Every little thing that makes me happy that makes me sad, all found in my bedroom. Happiness, something that I enjoy or have enjoyed, such as my childhood toys. In the built in storage box of my room. Not used or seen, but still there. Sadness, a feeling of grief or depression. Depression. Such as my filth, the things I no longer need, that at times can depressing. Grief. Such as pictures of my past loved ones. I may not like to have these things in my room, but they're there always. Always. People may come in my room they might think its ok. That it's a normal room, those are the people I can relate to. But, there are people who might say it is a cluttered mess. Those are the people who I can't relate. All of my past and dreams of my future are represented in my room. The signed Phantom of The Opera poster, all of my metals from my old soccer years, my Pinewood Derby trophies from my Cub Scout days, and left over scripts and props from my favorite performances that I was in. My future. My music, homework, and old artwork. My bedroom is entirely mine and only mine.
A Caring, Loving, Mother
Every day my mother is there. My mother. She is the woman that gave me life, the woman that nurtured me and gives me everything that I have today. This blonde- haired, fun woman. Crazy as can be. Always trying to be goofy. Always trying to keep me happy and safe. It's not easy being a mother, especially with a child like me. Every time she says, “Tait you're so crazy.” Every family member says, “he gets it from you, you know.” My mother and I have a very close relationship, although at times she can be annoying. But, she has the best in mind for me. Her advice may not always be right or it seems like it won't work but she tries. That's all I ask of her. My mom oh, my mom. I love her so. I don't know what I would do without her. She is my support, without her, I would fall flat. Not every parent supports their kids in everything they do. But she does. Not all parents allow their kids to be in plays, musicals, and choirs. Not every parent allows their kids to stay up till 10:00-12:00 P.M. because of a tech week. If you have never been in a tech week, it's horrible and stressful. My mom has to deal with a stressed, grouchy, and lazy boy that whole week. No matter what, she will always be my mother. I love her.
A Tool unlike Any Other
In my life, I need technology. The human mind is not exact. Although, the iPhone is; my iPhone is my life line. Without the iPhone, I would not be able to communicate with family and friends. I would not be able to help an emergency by calling 911. I would not have the ability to go to various web pages at the tip of my fingers. But, with my iPhone I'm able to have apps that make everyday life much easier. We are able to have Facebook, a very useful material when used right. More apps that make classes easier are Google, Google Drive, Pages, GarageBand, and iPhoto. Those are on a couple of examples; there are many more. The iPhone is very entertaining, having a MP3 player and video player. You can also get entertainment apps, for example music video apps like Vevo. All sorts of video apps like YouTube. Entertainment games like Angry Birds. Every day I wonder what life would be like without my iPhone. I don't like having to think that I can't have my planner and entertainer. Although, I had to do that before when I get grounded to where I can't use my phone for the rest of the week. It like living in the olden days, but not really because the lovely thing about my generation is there are so many ways of getting what we want. My iPhone is very important to my life. Beautiful. Innovative.
The Day of My Favorite Performance
The Phantom of the Opera by Down State Left Musicals. I had tried out for The Phantom of The Opera about a month in the summer. I had missed the first try outs, but I wanted to be in this operetta so bad. So I went to the call backs. I had talk to Mrs. Gray-Roll prior to going to see if I was able to audition late. She asked her husband Marcus if it was ok because he was the musical director. He said yes. I was so happy. But, I was also really scared because I thought I was not good enough. Because I'm going to the callbacks, I'm going to be against the best people who tried out. So the day of the callbacks is today. I go to the dance studio where callbacks are being held, I walk in. Wow. So many intimidating people. People I don't know. High schools from all of downstate left Michigan. I go up to their secretary Jill and ask when the people who missed the first audition can go, she said at 11:00. That did not help my butterflies because I had to wait. That left me time to think more and talk myself out of it. But, I got some gelato, thought about it, and said I'm doing it. I went back to the dance studio and went into the stage room. Walked up on to the little stage and introduced myself. I saw two familiar faces in the room Mrs. Gray-Roll and Marcus. There was one man I did not know. He introduced himself. He was the director, Paul Mow, a local voice coach and director. He asked me what I was going to sing or if I was going to sing the call back song from The Phantom of The Opera. I said I didn't get the call back song, I did not know it so I just sang the choral version of seasons of love. Once I was done I was so scared. I felt so shaky. I hoped my singing didn't reflect that. Right after we had to take the dance tryouts. It was so difficult. I got out of the room soaked in sweat and ready to go home, tired and stressed. About a month later my friend Maddie and I were carpooling, and she had the email and I made it. I mean I was chorus but that's fine it's still a compliment. For one thing I took one addition instead of two and didn't even sing what they wanted me to. When the other chorus members did.
The Phantoms Performance
Today was the day. The day of opening night. It was a Thursday morning I wake up excited and ambitious. Although I had a performance today it was also a school day. Blah. School. Tired and not wanting to go because I wish I could save my energy for the performance, I drag my feet across the floor. I open my door and make my way to the living room. I plop down on the couch so tired from the last couple of months of long rehearsals plus the agonizing tech week. The tech week was so long when we were supposed to be done at 9:00 P.M. we would get done at 10:30-ish then we had notes that took another hour. Equaling to about 11:30 P.M. Then it took an hour to get home, I would get home around 12:30 A.M., then I could start on my pile of homework. But anyways back to the story. I take a shower, get dressed, and go to school. After school is over, right away I find my senior Ben he has been Gavin, Maddie, and my carpoolers for the whole play. I get there get dressed in costume and put on my own make-up. I'm getting in the zone. Drinking my pre performance Monster. Soon after some talking I hear "warm ups" I make my way to the band room I see all the singers in their surrounding Marcus on the piano. We start singing me, may, mah, moe, moo and other warm ups. Then I hear "notes" in dance room I head over we all get pumped up and hear some helpful criticism. Then we hear the five words. Take places top of show.
Hidden in These Big Clothes
Big Clothes. What a way to hide and feel comfy. You’re not going to get anywhere with a big sloppy sweater on dragging you behind. For one it makes you look and feel like nothing, just sloppy. It’s your invisibility cloak. What do these over sized clothes represent? Depression, maybe. Or could it be someone hiding from their problems, relationships, confrontation. You, me, her, him. Any problem soaked up by the extra fabric. Numbing the pain. This extra amount of fabric acting as if numbing spray. Everybody feeling as if nothing happened or anything worse can happen. Felling invisible from the world. No one can harm nor bother you in this force field. Everything moves fast passing your face. Not a soul finding you not even yourself. After a while you make things up because you body has become numb to any kind of reaction. Depression the big oversized shirt covering up your battle scars. So nobody can learn about your past, future, and dreams. Getting tangled in all the extra fabric. The fabric is useful for getting away for a while. Just like a drug it may seem ok at first. Then life gets more distant from reality, everything turns bad, rotten, it just turns gloomy. Don't think you are alone, big shirts are a way to hide to feel away, away from everything. But you need to wear fitting closes that show your personality, you need to put yourself out there. You’re not alone.